"Hurry up Lo! I want to grab a snack before the movie starts." Derek trots down the stairs of the carpark, hopping over the last few steps and ducking under a low overhead concrete beam.
"Yeah, yeah...coming," Logan's reply is distracted. A flash of yellow light reflected off the wall tells Derek the car is locked and the slowpoke is finally getting a move on. Ten seconds later and Logan has yet to appear at the top of the stairs.
"LOGAN!" The annoyed shout echoes though the carpark, jolting Logan out of his texting.
"Alright already!" He jogs the short distance to the stairs. "Jules is waiting at the lobby." Logan informs, phone still in hand as he descends the stairs.
"Oh, so NOW you're hurrying." Derek grouses, starting to turn heel.
An audible 'thud' stops him and he watches his friend crumple to the ground clutching his head; spewing a stream of expletives.
"OWWOWWOWW! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" by the time Logan removes his hand from his forehead to inspect the damage, there is a nice lump forming just below his hairline.
Derek took two seconds to recover from the initial shock before deciding that watching the whole thing unfold was just too funny. Like watching a wipeout clip live in slow-mo. He kept flitting between concern and mirth, not sure what the appropriate reaction should be. Resulting in his hilarious in its own right expression. Something between a sad frown and constipated look.
He manages to control his composure long enough to ask, "Are you alright? ... Anything come loose in there?" He couldn't resist the last bit.
"Who the fuck built this place?! Fucking hobbits?" Logan hisses, still clutching his smarting forehead. He's managed to pull himself into a sitting position on the last step but is rocking back and forth to distract himself from the pain.
"The bright black and yellow CAUTION strip not glaring enough for you?" This earned Derek a middle finger.
Before he can say anything else, Logan's phone rings. The blond, still incapacitated holds his phone out to Derek.
"Good evening, this is Mr Wright's phone. He is unable to come to the phone right now, can I take a message?" Derek answers the phone with a flourish and struggles to continue; snorting and giggling."...ok ok...yeah. You'll never guess what happened... Carpark...in a minute. His Lofty Highness needs a breather."
Not thirty seconds later, the heavy doors at the bottom of the stairs open. Julian is back lighted by the lights of the hallway.
"What's going on? We're going to miss the opening scene." Julian is clearly annoyed, bounding up the stairs two at a time. Derek leaning against the railing, renews his laughter, "His Majesty hit his head while texting." He points to the overhead beam wrapped in bold CAUTION letters and reflective paint.
"I swear I heard a hollow 'thunk'!"
"D! Quit teasing him. He's clearly in pain." Julian admonishes unconvincingly. Maybe the sputtering laughter did not help.
"Shut up! ...*groan*... Am I bleeding? God! ...I think I have a concussion. I'm getting a little dizzy... I might need to go to the ER." Her Majesty Drama Queen Logan makes an entrance in full regalia.
"And tell the doctor what?! You hit your head attempting to sext your boyfriend while walking?" Derek is beside himself, arms twisted around the railing desperately trying to keep himself upright.
Logan takes a break from moaning like tackled footballer fishing for a penalty and punches Derek in the back of his knee. If he wasn't already supporting most of his weight on the railing he would have ended up on the floor. As it were, Derek just slumped further down the rails; laughing hysterically.
Julian throws his arms up exasperated. He really did want to watch that movie. "Oh for heavens sake, let me see." He physically pries Logan's fingers away from his face.
There is a minor (if it could even be called that) abrasion just below the hairline above his left eye. The swelling however was a bit more interesting; size of a golf ball and furiously red. It's amazing that Julian could tell it was dark red even, considering Logan's whole face- nigh his whole complexion was akin to a boiled lobster . Flushed with pain and embarrassment no doubt.
Needles to say; while it was entirely involuntary, the short bark of laughter and subsequent silent shaking from Julian did not make Logan feel any better.